America 1881: They Call Me Legend

Chapter 403
Larson led a group of Swedish workers on the road from Shiquan Town to Carbon County.

He twirled the repeating rifle in his hand boredly.

He came here with the intention of robbing.

As long as there are Chinese workers passing by here, let them hand over all valuables on their bodies.

As for whether to kill or not, it depends on your own mood.

However, almost two hours passed by, and none of the promised Chinese laborers were seen.

On this road, except for the occasional rabbits that sprang out from the side of the road and the ravens flying in the sky, there was no one.

"Boss, those two bastards Hayden and O'Neill aren't playing tricks on us, are they?"

asked a miner.

"They sent us away, and then took their own people to rob those Chinese workers?"

Larson thought about it.

It's really possible.

Hayden and O'Neill are not soft on the Chinese laborers at all, and it is also possible that they have never regarded the Swedish laborers as their own.

According to their arrangement, I worked hard to go around a big circle and wait here, but I ended up drinking a lot of northwest wind.

As a result, they ate delicious food and drank spicy food there.

no!Absolutely not!
"Fuck you, damned Irish!"

Larson cursed harshly.

He turned his head, raised the gun in his hand, and shouted at the workers behind him:
"Let's go, let's kill him too. Damn it, I might not even be able to drink soup if we go late!"

"call!"

A group of people followed Larson's shout and rushed towards the direction of No. [-] well.

On the hillside of Shaft No. [-], the coal mine manager and supervisor are hiding in the log cabin office.

The movement outside the house was very scary, with constant gunshots.

"You, go out and have a look." Manager Riley kicked the overseer's ass, who was squatting in front of the window and looking around.

"Boss, I don't want to go." The supervisor grimaced and refused to leave.

"Go! It's not aimed at the mine, you just have to take a look, or the police will come and ask you?" Riley was a little impatient.

The supervisor still dawdled and refused to go out.

This annoyed the seemingly quiet manager on weekdays.

He pulled a gun from a drawer.

Then he dragged the supervisor by his collar to the door, and pushed him out of the door. In the end, he didn't forget to kick the supervisor's ass with his pointed leather shoes.

The overseer reluctantly walked up the hill.

Haven't climbed the hill yet.

He saw Larson and his "Viking army" coming from his side.

The soul of the supervisor was half frightened, turned his head and got into the wooden house, and refused to come out no matter how threatened the manager was.

Larson led the crowd across the mining area of ​​Shaft No. [-], and killed them towards the Chinese residential area.

To his surprise.

Neither O'Neill nor Hayden's people were seen here, nor the so-called Chinese laborers.

These wooden houses where Huagong usually lived were pitch-black and there was no one there.

"Hell, where are they?"

Could it be that these Chinese laborers ran away last night?Hayden and the others finished the rush and called it a day?
Thinking of this, Larson became even more angry.

It seems that I have really been played.

"Hey, no, boss, it seems that there has been no fighting here." A bearded worker looked around and said to Larson.

Larson was a little confused.

The bearded man was right, based on what he knew about Hayden, he would not give up if he did not set fire to the goods after they were robbed.

So, what's going on here?
At this time, the bearded man suddenly grabbed Larson's arm and pointed to the other side of the residential area:

"Boss, listen, what is that sound?"

Larson raised his ears and listened carefully to the voice coming from there.

It's gunshots!
There is the direction of the bridgehead!

"They're fighting over the bridge!" Larson's expression was a little joyful, ranging from overjoyed to ecstatic.

"Boss, is there something wrong with you? Stomach pain?"

Looking at Larson's expression, the bearded man always felt a little weird and distorted.

But he didn't think too much, and he was ready to rush towards the bridge head with his gun in hand.

"Boss, let's hurry to support them!"

But after he rushed a few steps, he found that no one was following him.

He turned his beard to look.

Larson was standing where he was, with no intention of leaving.

Since Hayden and O'Neill were held back by those Chinese workers, wouldn't it be a pity for them not to fulfill their strategic goals?
I was originally here to copy the back road.

He glanced at the miners behind him who were still waiting for his order:

"What are you still doing? Grab it!"

Hearing what Larson said, the workers scattered like runaway horses.

Those Chinese workers usually look so poor that they want to wear the same pair of trousers, but in private they like to save money and send it home.

So, there must be something valuable in this place.

A miner kicked open the door of a house.

The light in the room was dim.

Facing the gate, there was a crude altar with candles inserted, enshrining a statue of an unknown god.

His gaze was attracted by a wooden box on the desk.

The miner rushed straight over.

He had just put his hand on the box when a flash of fire suddenly appeared in the shadows behind him.

A shot was fired, and the miner fell to the ground.

The miners who were still outside the house stopped when they heard the gunshot, and looked towards the room.

Fired?
However, they did not see the miner who went in come out.

"Quick, there are enemies here!" Larson raised the gun in his hand and led the people towards the room.

At this moment, gunshots rang out from other houses one after another.

Simultaneously with the gunshots, there were also the screams of the miners.

The battle started in every corner of the Chinese residential area.

Chinese laborers armed with pickaxes, shovels, and axes rushed out of the shadows and fought with the white miners who dared to rob them of their property.

Lei Youqing and the others came to them with guns and told them about the battle at the bridgehead.

When they saw white men with guns rushing into the residential area.

These Chinese workers understood one thing.

If you run away, you will die; if you fight, you will still have a chance.

"This is the pension money I saved for my mother!" A young miner slapped down a white miner who was rummaging through boxes with a shovel.

He picked up the gun that the miner had dropped on the ground and rushed out the door.

But when he rushed out of the door, he suddenly heard a gunshot behind him.

The young Chinese worker fell to the ground.

Larson stood up quickly.

As a former "Jianghu person" in the west, he has two perceptions on which to survive.

The first is to shoot a black gun, and the second is to change to a black gun after shooting a black gun.

So, his gaze quickly scanned the surroundings, and finally stopped on a chest-high wooden barrel.

This wooden barrel is in a very good position, hiding next to him, it is difficult for passers-by to find it.

So, Larson rushed over quickly with a gun in hand.

He leaned against the bucket, waiting for the next unfortunate person to pass.

A barrel protruded from the barrel, then a gun, and a black hand holding the gun.

Sean heard movement from inside the barrel.

He stood up from the barrel and looked down, just in time to see Larson's sky cap turning.

The black man pulled the trigger.

"Bang" sounded.

The bullet pierced through the forehead.

Larson's body bounced a bit from the bullet, and then quickly collapsed to the ground, dying.

Sean looked around, and after making sure there was no one else, he squatted back into the barrel again.

The melee in the residential area continued.

However, the number of Chinese workers clearly had an advantage, and with the loss of Larson's command, the white miners began to retreat.

At this moment, a group of people appeared on the road.

They carried bolt-action rifles and wore black uniforms with stand-up collars.

The most important thing is that these people are all yellow-skinned!
Li Sifu and Asuka arrived with the Long Xiang group!
They rode into the battle like a whirlwind.

"Put down the gun! Shoot to kill if you continue to resist!" Li Sifu pulled the rein and shouted loudly!
A white miner was red-eyed and raised his gun to shoot at the horseman, but was knocked down by Asuka.

Dozens of well-trained Chinese soldiers quickly controlled the scene.

The white miners gave up resistance.

Although these Swedes are tough, they are not stupid.

They threw their weapons in the open space in front of the house, and squatted in a row by the wall with their hands raised.

Sean climbed out of the barrel.

"Where's the boss?" Asuka asked immediately.

"Over there at the bridge!" Sean patted the dust off his body and pointed in the direction of the Beit River.

"Leave ten people to watch these white people, others, follow me to support the boss!"

Without saying a word, Asuka and Li Sifu rode their horses and galloped towards the knocking direction.

But what they didn't expect was that when they reached the bridge, they saw Chen Jianqiu standing on the ridge of the roof,

He put his gun aside, put his hands in his pockets, and watched the excitement on the other side of the river.

(End of this chapter)